"Mom, you're back!"

Tang Mingyao was about to choose a few books that could be read and implement them according to the system when his mother Li Qiong came back from the field.

is different from the gray-haired mother in her memory, Li Qiong was only thirty-five years old at this time, which was the peak age of her life. Years of hard work have made her look a little dark and thin, but her spirit is very good, and she speaks quickly and neatly.

"The sun is coming, and the grass is almost shoveled. I'll wash my hands first and cook for you two brothers. Mother said that she was going to go to work.

Unlike other rural families, Tang Mingyao does not need to cook at home, and he does very little other farm work. Only when his mother is too busy can he help out.

This has something to do with the fact that he has had good academic performance since he was a child and has been placed on high hopes.

In my mother's words, it is: "You study hard for me, and I can say anything about being admitted to university in the future!" ”

Simple love, very real.

However, when you think about it, it is also very heavy.

Tang Mingyao didn't think about this, stood up and said, "I've cooked the rice, Mom, wash your hands, and I'll bring it out for you." ”

As he spoke, he went into the kitchen and served two bowls of rice to the table in the hall.

On the inside side of the table, against the wall facing the entrance of the hall, there was a bed with a mosquito net, where he and his younger brother Tang Lingfeng slept.

At this time, eight-year-old Tang Lingfeng was pouting his buttocks and falling asleep on the bed.

Tang Mingyao walked over and slapped him: "Lazy pig, get up and eat!" ”

After filming, he didn't care, and went about his own business.

He had to choose some books for himself to read.

For Tang Mingyao now, most of the primary school textbooks have no reading value, and can be directly put into the waste paper pile, and only the Chinese textbooks can be kept and flipped through, after all, there are many ancient poems and classic articles on them, which can be tasted and learned slowly.

After a while, most of the dozens of books were abandoned by him, and in addition to the Chinese textbooks, the only ones left were the books that his father Tang Hui had left at home in the early years to eat ashes.

There are five books in total.

a copy of "Shaolin Self-Defense and Self-Defense Stunts", which is a textbook when my father graduated from high school and went to study at a martial arts school;

A book of "Practical Seasoning Recipes for Chefs", this is a book that my father learned martial arts without success, and later went to a chef's school;

There is also a "Xinhua Dictionary", a serious reference book, which Tang Mingyao has used since he was a child, which has helped him learn a lot of words;

The remaining two are "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Three Hundred Song Poems", which are rare books that can survive forever.

Tang Mingyao swept the books on martial arts and the chef directly into the waste paper pile, leaving the back three.

"Let's start with "Three Hundred Tang Poems"."

"I have learned too many ancient poems since I was a child, but I have never systematically understood them, nor have I deeply understood the beauty of the words contained in them. After entering the university, I returned all the things I had learned to the teacher, and this time I had to make up for the lessons in depth. ”

At that moment, Tang Mingyao cleaned up the venue, and the unused books were moved back to the sewing machine and stacked, leaving only the next ones to read.

With a cough, he solemnly turned the first page.

Looking at the "Foreword" first, the first name that catches his eye makes Tang Mingyao feel very unfamiliar.

Sun Zhu, a monk in Lutang......

Who is this man?

Oh, the author of "Three Hundred Tang Poems", a Jinshi during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

By the way, how do you pronounce the word "Su"? I've never seen it before. Is it the same as "pig"?

I flipped through the dictionary, and sure enough, I guessed correctly, read the pig.

Tang Mingyao put away his contempt.

Before reading it, he still felt that he was reading this book and reviewing more than studying. After all, I have read books until I am in my twenties, and if I glance at it, I should have seen the characters and poems on the 300 Tang poems.

Who knew this first name, and he felt the lack of his knowledge.

Tang Mingyao immediately took out a notebook, copied the character "Zhu" neatly on it, annotated it, and wrote the explanation in the dictionary.

Looking down, the preface talks about the reasons why the author wrote the book and the status of Tang Dynasty poetry in the history of Chinese literature, but there is not much to see.

It's just that after reading it, he copied a few more words in the notebook where he copied new words.

Clumsy workmanship......

I can recognize it, I can understand it, but I have never used it. Write it down and use it as a writing vocabulary later!

Steaming clouds......

I've seen this word, I roughly know what it means, but I don't know how to use it, so I'll write it down!

Standard......

I can only read the previous word, and I probably understand the meaning of the word, but I don't know the original meaning of the two words, let alone the usage, and I must write it down.

At this time, Tang Mingyao couldn't help but deeply doubt that he had read all his previous books in the dog's stomach, otherwise why could he read even a simple preface so stumblingly.

Go to the main text.

The first poem, Zhang Jiuling's "Feelings: Part I".

Tang Mingyao's confidence is back, this poet has seen it, and he is very familiar!

However, when he read the first sentence of the text, he was confused again.

[Orchid leaves are spring, Guihua is bright in autumn. 】

What, how do you pronounce this "Wei Rui"? What is the meaning? How to use it?

"I used to read fake books, no wonder people can't mix up when they reach middle age!"

With a sigh, I honestly copied it down and looked it up in the dictionary.

An hour passed quickly, Tang Mingyao lamented his ignorance, while studying ancient poems, figuring out the artistic conception of the poems, and at the same time combined with the appreciation of books to understand the poet's mood when writing, immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

When the time came, I finished reading four ancient poems, and I just read Li Bai's "The End of Nanshan and the Husi Mountain People Stay in Wine".

Among them, reciting ancient poems and repeatedly appreciating them takes up a lot of time, so the progress is not fast.

Tang Mingyao is not greedy for work, thought about it, and decided to read here for the time being.

Next he has to complete the second of the basic tasks, which is 500 words.

Writing is not about scribbling on the reins, but about reusing what has just been copied and reusing it in 500 words, which is one of the fastest ways to learn new knowledge.

After all, you can apply what you have learned.

Tang Mingyao immediately pondered, and it took more than half an hour to pull his hair before he barely completed this task.

He seems to have returned to the scene when he was a child learning new words and using new words to form sentences.

Basic tasks completed.

Tang Mingyao opened the record book of [Life-Changing Reading System], turned to a new page and wrote:

[July 25, 1998]

[Task 1: Read for one hour, content "Three Hundred Tang Poems" Qing Sun Zhu Edition, progress 1~7 pages, complete. +5 points]

[Task 2: Write 500 words with the new words you recorded, complete.] +5 points]

After thinking about it, fishing in the morning should also be recorded, so I went on to write below:

[Reward 1: 8 a.m. to 9:10 a.m., 1 hour and 10 minutes of fishing.] -12 points】

After writing and counting, the basic tasks are completed, and I still owe 2 points today.

However, Tang Mingyao is not in a hurry, there is still time in the afternoon, he can continue to complete the advanced task, just turn the points into positive numbers before going to sleep.

It's time to cook lunch.

Tang Mingyao helped his mother cook together, fried a few crucian carp left in the morning in the oil pan, added water, and cooked for a while.

The fish soup soon became white and thick, and the thick fragrance could be smelled from room to room, and his greedy brother was brought in.

During the meal, Tang Mingyao drank two bowls of soup and couldn't stop.

It's so delicious.

didn't add any ingredients, but it exploded the fish soup carefully made by all kinds of precious fish in the big cities of later generations. The fish that are quickly raised from the farm, no matter how cooked they are, cannot compare to the pure wild fish.